The Honey Moon lends the stage to the Morning Sun
It shines through my translucent skin
revealing my constant failures
and my internal fire that shines as bright as a wet match in a vicious storm
Leave me alone and let me rot
Because this life of despondency is all I got
1 comment:
Hey man, I read some of your poetry on here. Good stuff. I like the one about Kipling and not finding triumph. I hate that stupid poem. anyway, hope all is well.
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